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I see that Boo Kay Bucket has opened the next Inn Between thread, so once our Prologue is ready to go, feel free to post it.

My next posts will imply about a 3-month in-story time gap, making it early spring. If this doesn't match up with other writers' ideas, I'm sure we can work around it. We're pretty flexible timeline-wise, except for those times when it's a pivotal plot point.

Tucked away in the “Historical Books” section of a prominent university’s library, there is a slim book entitled On Beetles and How They Build. It’s in the top left corner of the shelf in the west corner, and there are spiderwebs in front of it. If you were to open this book and flip to the back cover, you would find an envelope glued thereupon. Inside the envelope is this letter.

“This is the structure of the Nine who would rule all.

Three thrice is nine, and each three governs a side of time: Past, Present, and Future.

Three are the parts of the sentient lifeform, and each three governs one: Body, Soul, and Spirit.

The Body Past is our physical history.

The Soul Past is the history of thought.

The Sprit Past is the history of faith and belief.

When we control these, we control where we come from.

The Body Present is our world and self today.

The Soul Present is how we think now.

The Spirit Present is how and in what we believe now.

When we control these, we control where we are.

The Body Future is our perfect form to come.

The Soul Future is our thought united as one.

The Spirit Future is complete faith in the Tenth,

And the Tenth is the centre of all things, the Whole.”

In older days, before a selfish corruption overtook us, we would chant our parts at the opening of each session. We were wiser then, perhaps.

I should be clear: the Tenth is not and was never a god, but it was our driving passion and ultimate goal, though we knew it not.

I who write this was Eight, the Archon of the Soul Future, and I oversaw the Philosophers who write the thoughts of the generations to come.

I will never again see daylight, but I have seen true light, and the truth of the Tenth. I write so that whoever comes after and finds this may also know

the truth

At this point the letter trails off. Doubtless Eight had something important to say, but his life expired before he could write it. Others have found the truth he spoke of, but never another from within the Nine- who, despite a certain change in organization to suit their egos, are still in existence, and would still rule all.

So the new story is up and ready to start!I'll wait before I do anything with Varna - I haven't got anything planned for her, other than sending her to Charing Cross Road in London at some point, to go to the second-hand book shops

Oh bother! I forgot what I was going to do with that segment! How does a surprise birthday party for Ryder sound to kick this story off with? I'll try and get that segment written and up by Saturday unless someone else wants to take it and run with it. Feel free! Just don't tell Ryder.